This blog started as a way to get my writing out. My random thoughts, poems, writing exorcises. It has now developed into a record of my recovery from Mental Illness.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
The Dear Hunter "Things That Hide Away"
"Things That Hide Away"
Waking up I felt that hesitation
Like I wasn't meant to wake up at all
Letting out a soft, cynical sigh
My God, it's just the answer
To the question I can't find
Marching on, it's one foot then the other
Better than one foot then none at all
Biting off way more than I can chew
Like I sometimes do
I never know just when and where to stop
Why are we here, why do we die?
Maybe we're just never meant to know why
Why are we here, why do we die?
Why, why, why?
Why are we here, why do we die?
Maybe we're just never meant to know why
Why are we here, why do we die?
Why, why, why?
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